"Oh my goodness, ouch, Senior Brother, it hurts so much. Use more force. I can't take it anymore." On the training ground of the Saint Devil Sect, a teenager who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old was standing there, howling in pain, but there was a hint of pleasure on his painful expression.

Lin Fan had a secret. He wasn't a native of this place but came from Earth. He wasn't a soul transmigration but his body crossed over together.

When he first arrived in this mysterious world, Lin Fan was so excited. Have you read novels? Every protagonist in the books is so powerful. Power, status, money, and beauties are all within reach.

With a shock of his body and a release of his domineering aura, no matter if it's the supreme leader of a sect or a stunning beauty, they all obediently submit at his feet.

But before Lin Fan's daydream ended, he found that the rhythm was a bit off. He actually found out that he was a sandbag for disciples to practice their skills in a certain devil sect. When he learned this news, Lin Fan was immediately stunned.

Just after crossing over, how could he become a sandbag? This isn't scientific.

Even if he was a trash or something, he would have accepted it. But no matter what, he should have had a reliable hidden identity.

But now he was a sandbag for people to practice on. This instantly made Lin Fan not want to say anything and even secretly cried heartbroken for several days.

In the first year of coming to this Saint Devil Sect, Lin Fan, who was still confused, suffered inhumanely and was almost beaten into a third-class trash.

If it weren't for the Saint Devil Sect having a bit of conscience and giving the sandbags a body tempering manual, he might have already died.

"Grade-Titanium Devil Body"

When he first got this body tempering manual, Lin Fan was extremely happy. Just look at this name. It's so cool and domineering. Wouldn't he be invincible after practicing it?

But when Lin Fan explored and practiced by himself, he found that this was completely a deceptive thing.

"Grade-Titanium Devil Body" has three levels. It was a body tempering technique written casually by the founding master of the Saint Devil Sect and was an exclusive manual for sandbags.

Even if one practiced to the third level, according to the manual, achieving the Grade-Titanium Devil Body, one would still be taken down with a single strike by the disciples with real weapons.

But fortunately, heaven rewards the diligent. Lin Fan's tragic fate made even heaven couldn't bear to watch anymore. On a certain dark and windy night, after discussing life with Duke Zhou's daughter in his dream, Lin Fan found that he suddenly had a digitized system.

Lin Fan studied it for a long time but didn't see the artificial intelligence mentioned in the novels. It was completely up to him to explore by himself.

As for this digitized system, Lin Fan didn't understand it at first. Later, he found that under his character data panel, there was a data for his practice of "Grade-Titanium Devil Body".

Originally, after the sandbag work was done every day, Lin Fan would immediately rush back to eat and practice. After all, if he didn't succeed in practicing the "Grade-Titanium Devil Body", who knew when he would be killed by someone with a heavy hand.

But now Lin Fan just waited for these disciples to beat him every day, then went back to sleep and had his beautiful daydreams.

After Lin Fan called out flirtatiously to the blushing disciple, he opened the data panel and carefully looked at it. With a little more effort, the "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" would reach level five.

As for the "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" manual saying that the top level is only three levels, but he was almost practicing to level five. What was going on?

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 1.

Experience Value: 0.

Technique: "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" Level 4 (2000/3000).

...

Looking at his own data panel, Lin Fan also felt a bit shabby. This level has always been level 1 for a long time. As for upgrading, Lin Fan wasn't without thinking about it, but he just couldn't find the way.

It's been a year since he came to this world. Although he hasn't left the Saint Devil Sect, he has also inquired about the cultivation levels here.

Acquired stage, Innate stage, Transcendent stage, Minor Celestial Position, Major Celestial Position...

Each level is divided into nine grades.

Lin Fan knew that this might not be all of them, but who let himself be just a sandbag? Being able to investigate these was already quite good.

"+1."

"+1."

"+1."

...

The experience of the "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" was increasing slowly. Lin Fan looked at the sect disciple in front of him who was exerting all his strength and sighed. Today was really strange. He actually met such a rookie disciple. Each attack could only increase 1 experience point.

And this fist hitting his body was weak and powerless. Lin Fan was even thinking, don't have no experience anymore...

Sure enough, what he thought came true.

"+0."

"+0."

...

Oh my god, this trash is really no good. The experience isn't increasing anymore. What the hell is this?

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at the fellow sandbag friends around him who were screaming in pain as if they had suffered the greatest harm in their lives.

In the Saint Devil Sect, if the sandbags were beaten to death by the disciples, no one would care. They would just dig a pit and bury them.

"Why aren't you screaming?" At this moment, the disciple saw that Lin Fan, who was screaming loudly earlier, was now looking around and suddenly felt a hint of anger. When the sandbag was beaten and howling continuously by himself, even if he was a bit tired, he was still very excited, feeling that he was so powerful.

But now he was angry.

Thinking that this day couldn't be wasted, Lin Fan looked at the sect disciple in front of him. "Scream your sister. Acting is very tiring, okay? Your fist is weak and powerless, just like a woman's."

When the sect disciple heard this insulting words, his face turned pale and then green. His eyes also became extremely angry.

Lin Fan looked at the expression of this sect disciple and couldn't help but laugh. "Your expression is good. Go back and drink more milk. It's like tickling."

"You... You." This sect disciple suddenly seemed unable to speak. His voice also became choked up. The originally fierce eyes suddenly changed and became watery.

"Wah... You're bullying me. My fist isn't weak and powerless."

Lin Fan was instantly stunned at this moment. Looking at the disciple who turned around and ran away from the training ground crying loudly, he had nothing to say.

As a disciple of the devil sect, how could he be so unable to take a blow?

Lin Fan shook his head and stopped paying attention to this guy. Instead, he must find a way to upgrade his level quickly.

The "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" at level four is already a bit abnormal. I don't know what level five will be like.

Lin Fan held his chin and stood there, looking at the sect disciples who were vigorously beating the sandbags around him. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the taunting mode must be activated.

Lin Fan gathered his qi and then shouted loudly.

"Stop for all of you. I have something to say..."

Lin Fan's shout could completely rival the Lion's Roar in novels. In Lin Fan's opinion, wasn't it just about who had the louder voice?

Back on Earth, I was the leader of the class exercises. My voice must be loud.

The sect disciples who were using the sandbags to practice were stopped by this shout.

The sandbags who were screaming were looking at Lin Fan with black and blue faces, not knowing what this fellow sandbag wanted to do?

Some sandbags took this opportunity to catch their breath and waited for the next wave of attacks.

When will such days end?

It was said that if one practiced the "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" to level three, one could become an outer sect assessment disciple, the same as these outer sect assessment disciples who regarded them as sandbags.

But just thinking about it felt impossible. Some old sandbags who persisted here for several years only managed to practice the "Grade-Titanium Devil Body" to level one.

As for level three, it was harder than reaching the sky.

And at this time, when those sandbags who were catching their breath heard the following sentence, they were all stunned.

This guy is going to be beaten to death.

"Don't look at me with confused eyes. To be honest, all of you here are trash in my eyes..." Lin Fan held one hand behind his back and contemptuously hooked his fingers at these outer sect assessment disciples.

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